Red River shore

Collected by Mebane Harrison and Tom Wilson Sung by Mrs. T. M. Davis
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
Transcribed by Mebane Harrison and Tom Wilson January 17, 1960
Reel 338, Item 15
Red River Shore
At the foot of yonder's mountain, Where the fountain doth flow
Sweet music detained me,
Soft winds there doth blow;
I spied a fair damsel,
Her name I don't know,
Standing by a brave soldier On Red River Shore.
He spoke to her kindly,
"Will you marry me?"
My fortunes not great."
"That's nothing,"said she.
"Then your beauty is a'plenty;
You're the one I adore.
You're the girl I might marry On Red River Shore.
Her cruel old father,
These words came to him.
He said he'd deprivd her Of the dearest of men,
So he sent him to the Army Where the cannons doth roar,
For to leave his own true love On Red River Shore.
She wrote him a letter;
She wrote it most kind,
And in this here letter These words you will find.
"Come home my own true love;
You're the one I adore.
You're the man I might marry On Red River Shore.
He read this here letter.
It made him feel sad,
And none of his comrades Could make his heart glad.
He turned his horse homeward And onward did go,
For to see his own true love On Red River Shore.
Her cruel old father These words came to him;
He said he'd deprive her Of the dearest of men,
So he made up a little Army Of twenty and four,
For to fight this brave soldier On Red River Shore.
He drew his bright saber,
And waved it around.
He slew, he slew, the rest of the
men.
There's no need of a little Army Of twenty and four,
For to fight this brave soldier On Red River Shore.
Love, love is a hard fortune For all of mankind.
The women's controlled;
They're always sublime.
They're controlled by their parents Until they are wives,
And slaves of their husbands The rest of their lives.

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Collected by Mebane Harrison and Tom Wilson Sung by Mrs. T. M. Davis
For M. C. Parler Fayetteville, Arkansas
Transcribed by Mebane Harrison and Tom Wilson January 17, 1960
Reel 338, Item 15
Red River Shore
At the foot of yonder's mountain, Where the fountain doth flow
Sweet music detained me,
Soft winds there doth blow;
I spied a fair damsel,
Her name I don't know,
Standing by a brave soldier On Red River Shore.
He spoke to her kindly,
"Will you marry me?"
My fortunes not great."
"That's nothing,"said she.
"Then your beauty is a'plenty;
You're the one I adore.
You're the girl I might marry On Red River Shore.
Her cruel old father,
These words came to him.
He said he'd deprivd her Of the dearest of men,
So he sent him to the Army Where the cannons doth roar,
For to leave his own true love On Red River Shore.
She wrote him a letter;
She wrote it most kind,
And in this here letter These words you will find.
"Come home my own true love;
You're the one I adore.
You're the man I might marry On Red River Shore.
He read this here letter.
It made him feel sad,
And none of his comrades Could make his heart glad.
He turned his horse homeward And onward did go,
For to see his own true love On Red River Shore.
Her cruel old father These words came to him;
He said he'd deprive her Of the dearest of men,
So he made up a little Army Of twenty and four,
For to fight this brave soldier On Red River Shore.
He drew his bright saber,
And waved it around.
He slew, he slew, the rest of the
men.
There's no need of a little Army Of twenty and four,
For to fight this brave soldier On Red River Shore.
Love, love is a hard fortune For all of mankind.
The women's controlled;
They're always sublime.
They're controlled by their parents Until they are wives,
And slaves of their husbands The rest of their lives.